There are stages that get active all over the place this weekend …
The North Hudson Pepper Festival has a music lineup that starts with a great big voice then just keeps getting stronger.
On Friday night, Aug. 15, taking the stage is the Devon Worley Band, followed on Saturday night by Rhino and Sunday night by The Dweebs, as a variety of styles are featured. The sponsors are, in order, Hudson Ford, the Village Inn and WESTconsin Credit Union.
Worley is a teenage Minneapolis country singer with a huge voice and stage presence, and even auditioned for The Voice. She is backed by some veteran musicians in this seven-piece band who have had connections with some big names, from widely differing genres. The band’s second album solidified their reputation of one of the Midwest’s top country acts.
One of the last times Rhino played locally, the lead singer, who looks like a less scruffy Larry the Cable Guy, at one point turned his back to the audience and wiggled his tush in a lengthy way worthy of Jennifer Lopez on American Idol (rather than The Voice). However it was the music, a variety of rock and country rock, that stole the show.
The Dweebs have been Pepper Fest favorite, closing things down with a musical and comedic bang, for years.
Friday through Sunday is the Summer Set Music and Camping Festival at Somerset Amphitheater, featuring dozens of electronic dance, hip-hop and jam bands. Patrons to the third annual show might have to brave some heat, but will have some things going more their way, such as accessability to additional water stations, and a set-up in the several-acre, bowl shaped theater at the edge of the village that has little shade but reportedly gives them more freedom to flow over to stages at the southeast.
Also on Saturday, a block or so away from the main Pepperfest stage, Seasons Tavern will feature a downstairs band and earlier — not to be outdone by the pepper and spaghetti eating contests — is its Wicked wings Challenge.
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